And I really mean that in such a profound way.
It was somewhere around Rock Creek that it hit me: I’m going home to Simon and I’m going home to that part of the world that now calls to me, the place that feels like where I belong.
I don’t know how this happened or exactly when it happened. But I know this: sitting here, writing my blog, I’m smiling and exhaling and relaxing deep into myself.
This is where I belong – with Simon.
Even Abby – her tail started wagging like mad the second we came up the driveway. She is so happy to be here.
The drive was perfect: very little traffic, dry roads, bluebird sky.
And I’m tired. I feel like I’m still moving. The road is still come up at me.
but it’s all good. I’m home.